Cyanide by Greyhoundes Lyrics

[Verse]
Swerving, wrists locked like I'm handcuffed
Feeling, feeling fucking super like I'm Hancock
Bitches popping fucking percs, they all going berserk
Pumping, pumping fucking gas like I'm on that cyanide (yuh)
Street lights looking like the gates of Heaven
When I die, the angels gonna lock me out the gates of Heaven
I don't mind, I'm a piece of shit
Sticks up with my clique
True Knot shit
Got my clothes all stained from my fucking blood, bitch (fuck, fuck)
Your neck is green
My neck is red, from when I asked your mom to choke me on the fucking bed
You looking fucking jelly cause you wish you had this bread
You the worst of the bunch, bitch you're fucking Freddy's Dead (you motherfucker)